Poetry That Must Be Read

One day, Dilaver Cebeci and Nurullah Genç are sitting together. Their acquaintance is an ancient friendship. After chatting for a while, Dilaver Cebeci hands Nurullah Genç a piece of paper and says:

- Look, let's see. Is there anything missing in this poem?

This question, asked by a great poet with a strong pen and whose poems are widely known, is very interesting, but the answer given by Genç is too interesting to be outdone. The young man takes the paper in his hand and reads Sitare carefully and diligently. Then he raises his head and says:

— This poem is missing... The subject progresses on an unpredictable route. Is there a great poet missing? "There is another poet missing with a strong pen," he replies to the poem he offers. I don't mean a short silence in between, there is silence. Because the storm of hearts must calm down. Then Dilaver Cebeci responds to Genç with a smile:

- Then you fill in that gap.

Nurullah Genç says:

— As soon as I heard this sentence, Rüveyda started falling into my heart.

Those who have read the poem Sitare written by Dilaver Cebeci know it. He asks Nurullah Genç how he found this poem that he wrote to his wife Ayla Hanım. Following Nurullah Genç's response, the story of the writing of the poem Rüveyda was formed. The poet tells this story in his own words in many of his interviews.

I think Rüveyda is one of the most beautiful poems that can be read to a woman. Because as you read the sentences in the lines, you will see that each of them is meant to be said as a compliment to a woman, to show your love.

"I don't want to say your name

When I say Rüveyda, understand that the words are moving for you."

"I don't know which era is coming, your smile"

"I don't know which flower of hope is your hands

Rüveyda reaches out to my heart

"An arrow pierces deep into my heart"

Each line flows in a similar manner. More people should read this poem of our poet, who has a strong pen, with a very naive and clear language, who shares our feelings, who is lost in the memories of everyone in at least one of his verses, who touches our hearts, who can be read and re-read even after years, which is written in an understandable manner, which is liked by most readers, and who has a strong pen, and who should know his story. .

RÜVEYDA

By tying space to your tired wings

A pigeon flies between continents

you called me

Passing through the canyons of exile one by one

I ran wildly to your shining throne

I half poured a glass of lead colored tea

Destroying the palace I built in loneliness

To make you hear my orphan cries

I ran and came; attach me to your happy fortune

I don't want to say your name

Every syllable is a relentless ember on my lips

I have competed with lightning for years on every letter

I've been in dungeons, I've met deaths

I don't want to say your name

When I say Rüveyda

Understand that words are walking for you

From the arteries of my scream

I don't know which star is your eyes

Rüveyda slips on me

First, a strange earthquake spreads through my body.

Then the valleys of suffering open before me

To my steps with faded colors

A past that is about to unravel is sealed

Towards the vent where dreams end

A dapple horse runs inside me

Towards the timeless, spaceless breath

That I have an incorrigible heart

A common opinion circulates in mirrors

However, Rüveyda

me all over

I am the sprout of a heart flowing with kevser and smelling of roses

From the black stains I put on the books

Let me tell you how ashamed I am

If only I could sit up from where I leaned

Dawn dawns on the water lilies

A dapple horse runs inside me

He crushes my memories with his hooves

The waters should not have foamed, Rüveyda

The wet branches of the longing cypresses should not have been broken

I'm used to poison, not syrup

Dreams hate my wandering stance

I suffer from nightmares but my troubles are on earth

You are with a pitch black horizon all day long

I suffer every night with a Mahdi song

Records of death to judge

I'm waiting for a revolution

I don't know which flower of hope is your hands

Rüveyda reaches out to my heart

An arrow pierces deep into my chest

Towards a voice calling my mind

A dapple horse runs inside me

Towards the timeless, spaceless breath

Your existence is a murder committed in my hometown

He sheds the blood of noble wrestlers

Your absence is tranquility, it surrounds my universe

It is the death of existence and nonexistence of spring

Now you can't look at the stars

A Belkıs used to sit in your skies, Rüveyda

Your eyelashes would have thousands of rainbows

The sun stood at your bedside like a mother

Your bangs can't touch the clouds anymore

The full moon in your black hair

Do I deserve this much cruelty, Rüveyda?

I don't know which painter he would shoot, my figure

It surrounds my being

I don't recognize me on the sidewalks

Towards the cage that swallows cages

A dapple horse runs inside me

Towards the timeless, spaceless breath

Tie a red ribbon on your forehead

Have you heard of someone praying for an orchid?

Aren't these custom-made faces, Rüveyda?

These fake babies

Isn't there anyone who laughs while shedding tears?

It depresses me all night long

I don't know which era is coming, your smile

To the graves of a faded world

By burying my foreign land

Yathrib closed its doors to darkness

Your challenge to the armies of the age

I don't know which season it is the beginning of

Beyond peaks towards enthusiasm

A dapple horse runs inside me

Towards the timeless, spaceless breath

I mourn the dreams I darkened

I'm like a worn-out sofa in the streets

Windows that breathe a relentless loneliness

The traveler of sorrow is plucking my body fiber by fiber

Before me, injustice is called to account

The apocalypse where black does not recognize black

Behind me, defining my life frame by frame

Pictures that I burn with when I remember them

Tell me how to overcome the mountains of regret

Will I become a Nile again and flood the deserts?

Who will put the crown of the end on my head?

Who would wear the freedom tag on my wrist?

Tell me how to live like a fish on land.

Rüveyda, I sense it; you can't stand it anymore

But wait, let me release all my screams

In dilapidated shelters for centuries

My mouldering, rotting screams

The horse was shot; My heart is shattered Rüveyda

I hid my flaws behind the shadows

You seem to be smiling indifferently there

I'm melting and flowing here, drop by drop

Still, I can't leave my pride behind

I quietly leave the place where I am not wanted

He leaves my soul to be remembered

I bow down like a sad dervish and leave